Intention was to do an episode tonight. Happy as a clam and ready to go.
Apparently my neighbor (80-ish) has taken his life with a pistol in his car. Made the decision and took all the steps to grab the gun, go to the car, pull around from the front of his place to the back alley and take the shot. He didn't miss.
He appeared to be a very lucid, sharp individual and quite able-bodied as well so I gather that his torment was of an unseen nature. Saddened and troubled.
What were his first memories as a small child and what were the last few thoughts he had as an old man on Friday November 7 in that old grey car. not a question
/ fuck